Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Faust,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.